“His fingers touched the strings, and all my thoughts were displaced. The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once.”
I’ll just never get this “Achilles is straight“ thing like ??? the heck man, Homer himself wrote it both in The Iliad and Odyssey that Patroclus and Achilles were lovers BUT modern critics say “they were like brothers Achilles loved Briseis“ first of all you dumbos, Briseis (I love her, nothing againist Bri) was Achilles’s war prize and Patroclus - his companion, not vice versa. Second, when Briseis is taken from Achilles, he’s just angry at Agadamnon and cries, refusing to rejoin the war, but then he loses Patrolus, joins the war again for Patroclus and he becomes a fcking terminator.
So Patrochilles is /was/ canon and Alexander the Great was Patrochilles trash *squeals* doN’T JUDGE ME I’M STILL NOT OVER THIS
So, who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
I did, I broke it-
No. No, you didn’t. Odysseus?
Don’t look at me. Look at Diomedes.
What? I didn’t break it.
Hmm. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
Because it’s sitting right in front of us, and it’s broken.
No, it’s not!
If it matters...probably not...Briseis was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap.
Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the tea stand at the store earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Agamemnon!
Alright, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Achilles.
No. Who broke it?
Achilles, Menelaus has been awfully quiet...
[Cut to Achilles in another room, the rest of them fighting in the background]
I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
by the goddess of justice
for laying beside the sea when
she’d have rather lay at the bottom.
who lost father, mother, husband, son;
who suffered the most,
and was given the least.
who begged the heavens for help,
and was left rigid, reaching
towards the thing she wanted
most desperately to escape.
who was put to death only for doing
what Agamemnon did to her child.
To Callisto, Io, Europa,
who were raped, stolen, killed,
while Ganymede sat rosy-cheeked
and noble upon Mount Olympus.
(Who were given the glorious opportunity
to be the namesake of moons
of the man who hurt them most.)
To women who loved women
forced to stay loyal to men
who went prancing off with boys
roughly half their age,
and twice as cared for.
To the women of Ancient Greece
underwritten under smitten hands
of men remembered.